The story of a little boy named Twenty-fifth Night.
Inspired by The Little Prince / Le Petit Prince
Written by @deiaiko
Illustrated by @cheer-soli-art
Betaed by @jusalilweird
There was a little boy who lived all his life in a dark and cold cave. He built a tower made of rocks, so tall in hopes of reaching the ceiling where light trickled down from between the cracks. It wasn't an easy task, for the sharp edges of the rocks easily made their marks on his unprotected skin. But for him, who had no one but himself and accepted pain as part of his life, it was nothing but a little itch.
A girl showed up from the other side, bathed in blinding light that the boy had never hoped to ever see in his life. Her hair was a lovely shade of gold and her face was littered with stars.
"I shall call you The Twenty-fifth Bam," The girl said, "for I have found you on this night."
"Night of the twenty-fifth," the little boy repeated. At that moment, he finally understood what it meant to be lonely, for he was no longer alone.
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The little boy came to enjoy her company, and for once, he felt content.
His day started when the girl came, and ended when the girl left, for he had nothing else to distinguish between day and night.
He learned what longing meant. He would be bursting with excitement the longer he waited, and he would feel sadder the longer he spent time with her.
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"I shall go and climb the tower myself," said the girl, countless nights later. "This place is not big enough for me. It doesn't have what I want."
It bewildered the little boy, for he was already content with only her presence. "What is it that you want?"
"At the top of the tower, just me and a massive sky with stars that twinkles as far as the eye can see." The girl said dreamily, and the little boy knew she had gone to a place where he couldn't reach.
"What's so good about it?"
"Because stars are supposed to be beautiful, no? That's reason enough."
"How can you say they're beautiful if you have never seen one?"
"Because I believe so."
The little boy didn't understand.
"Can't I come with you?" Because what would his cave become without the sun coming to chase away the darkness?
"No, Bam. The tower is too dangerous for you."
If it's dangerous for me, then wouldn't it be the same for you? The little boy wanted to say. But instead he asked, "Will you be happier then?" With a silent plea that she would say no.
"I will."
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The tower was a place the little boy could never have imagined. It was colorful yet blinding, vast yet crowded, and the fresh air smelled like doom.
The little boy had never felt so small. It was so overwhelming that he couldn't really register what he had done, until a firm hand took his and they ran.
The owner of that firm hand was just a boy like himself. Unlike the little boy however, he had hair the color of the vast sky, his steps were surer, and his eyes were sharper.
The blue haired boy extended his hand and smiled with all teeth, "Shake my hand, and we shall climb the tower together."
"Why me? I am weak. I will be of no use." The little boy shrunk away.
"It's no matter." The blue haired boy's eyes softened. "Your company is enough."
The little boy smiled and shakily took his hand.
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The little boy stood by the balcony, looking at the twinkling night sky above. Soon the last test would be held.
"Those lights up there, do you see them?" The little boy pointed at the light above to his blue haired companion.
"I do."
"I think they're lonely. So far above, out of reach and apart from each other." The little boy sighed wistfully. "Will you leave me too?"
"Why should I?" His companion tilted his head, finding the question very absurd.
"Because of the beautiful stars."
"Stars are nothing to me but a myth."
This time it was the little boy who tilted his head. "But aren't they beautiful?"
"I wouldn't know until I saw one."
That was something that the little boy could finally agree with.
"Then what does beautiful mean?" The little boy asked, curious.
"You." His companion said easily.Β "I have seen a lot of pretty jewels, but none of them shine as pretty as your eyes. I have heard plenty of songs and played different instruments, but none of them brought as much joy as your laugh."
The little boy blushed at the compliment. "Then I shall laugh more often, so that the stars will envy me."
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The little boy ended up being the one to leave, not by his own volition.Β He lost his companions, so what reason was there to laugh? What reason for him to be beautiful if there was no one to acknowledge it?
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After years of anguish and loneliness, the little boy finally got his companions back. But something was still lost. Something had changed. Yet the boy didn't know what that was. So as per usual, when his feelings were tangled and nothing seemed to make sense, he went to the balcony to seek the answers in the vast sky.
His blue haired companion noticed and decided to join him in silence. It was exactly like what they did all those years ago, yet it didn't feel the same.
"I love looking at the sky. Bright blue at day and deep blue at night, it's beautiful." The little boy said, when he noticed his companion's not so subtle glances. "It is beautiful because it always reminds me of you."
His companion blushed. "Is that so?"
The little boy smiled wistfully. "When I missed you, I would look at the sky."
"How often?"
"Every chance I got."
There was an unreadable expression on his companion's face. "All this time, I thought you were gone for good."
The little boy bowed his head, not knowing what to say.
"So even if you're standing next to me right now, it somehow feels as if you're still out of my reach." His companion confessed, and it broke the little boy's heart.
"Then, hold me! See that I'm right here, still within reach." The little boy looked at his companion, pleading and desperate. "And when you do, make me stay."
His companion cupped the little boy's cheeks that were streaked with tears. "I see. You're no longer the light that was hung up above."
"I am not." The little boy smiled. "I am The Twenty-fifth Night, and the lights are my friends."
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Fav afrolatino Percy hcs?
Ooooo!!!
His name is actually short for Perseo instead of Perseus and his middle name is Isadore!!
If you want to know what he looks like in my head,it's @/silima's design for him!
Calls Sally 'MamΓ'π
His favorite dominican foods are (blue ofc) flan and juelitas
Being a third gen afro-dominican inmigrant is one of the biggest reason's he went punk
He loves latino cartoons so much!!
Speaks spanish flunetly
Takes VERY good care of his hair
Dosen't use nigga constantly but enough that it's a common part of his vocabulary(Ik you're nonblack so if you're uncomfortable with this one lmk,i just don't mind if my nonblack friends interact with my posts where i use it since they're not saying it!)
All his durags are blue
All the other Big Three Kids are black too and that's why they get along so well but also why him and Thalia clashed at first due to different experiences with blackness
This also goes for Rachel!!!Black inmigrant solidarityβ‘
Has absolutely no time for latino machoism or black toxic masculinity and is actually proudly a transfem man(bigender)!!!You can thank Sally for that <3
Him and Annabeth=Black femme/Stud solidarity.They call eachother 'Ocean Girl' and 'Wise Guy' for gender validation!!
His favorite disney princesses are Tiana and Brandy's Cinderella
And he stans Megan Thee Stallion and Ice Spice!!
Can best be described as 'the black sitcom protagonist's cool older sibling trope'
Poc4Poc in general but generally prefers to date black women(Regardless of what kind they are)
White people jokes are his jam
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Darla looked them over as she chuckled to Wisterias child-like fight with Silas as she approached them "Fighting now babies who cant fight back Wisteria?" she said playfully "Is Aster next?" she asked with a harmless smile before glancing over Silas as she chuckled softly giving a soft pet over the head "What a cute pup you are..." she said to Silas before turning to north "He is super young, cant even talk yet..." she murmured "He seems too young to be away from parents...i hope he wasn't ripped away from them wherever they got him for you..." she remarked lightly
β§ The tiny ghost loudly huffed, she seemed to take offence from Darla's comment. Of course, she'd never hurt her own family! The fox wasn't her family so he didn't count, obviously. She dramatically crossed her arms before turning away angrily, she paid no attention to her as she approached Silas.
β§ Silas swatted at the older Zorua's tail before chasing it around in an attempt to playfully nip it, seems he found something new to play with. North, however, seemed more focused on Darla's question, she didn't even think to tell him anything.
β§Β North looked a bit confused about what she was saying, rather than truly understanding she just was repeating something she was told. She paused thinking for a long moment before worry began to show in her expression.
North: ...Did I do something bad?
β§ She asked confused, her voice suddenly sounded shrill, almost cracking as she spoke. Her worry quickly shifted into guilt and panic upon finally realizing what Darla meant.
North: Is he too young?
North: I don't want him to miss his mom!! I don't want them to take him away either! Mom already said, If I didn't take care of him she would take him back! But- I love Silas lots I don't want him to leave!
β§ North couldn't stop herself from nervously rambling on in a panic. When she finally seemed to stop she just fell silent.
-> North appears to be suddenly lost for words.
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